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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

agnes fertility.

this about sums it up,
in the realm of myspace.

Sean:
Apr 16 2007 9:16A
yooo whats up cooch?!!!!
how was the ride up there?

Steve:
Apr 16 2007 2:38P
the ride up here was wack-city, USA. dude, you were right about the rednecks up in florida. the panhandle IS the backwoods. people die in waffle houses. i promise.

the car was stuffed with two lives. i'll try to get some photos of the car situation ASAP. there was no room for anything. we needed scuba gear to breathe in my automobile.

a cell is dead in my car battery. that means i can't start my car. that means everytime we needed gas, we needed to wait around for people with jumper cables. note to travelers: no one has jumper cables at four in the morning.

we found where serial killers are spawned. it's on ROUTE 92 in kentucky. they're hiring. it snowed on a mountain while we were on it. it was called BAD BRANCH FALLS. kentucky should become its own country. it'd be third world.

we got here, and a week later, the rivers started to flood. the water was brown. i'm told it's sewage. and people here love to fish.

overall, so far, this trip has gone well. i'm off to NY this friday. i'm sure there will be more to tell about the wonderful east coast by then.

keep bass alive, man.
[end transmission]

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the photo presentation
of the capacity situation.






anyway,
i hate this place, and its people. we need to get out of here.
i'll be out by friday. it'll be months until we can evac the rest.

i've seen floods,
but at least there are mountains.

2 comments:

Eunice said...

I should have taken pictures of the catastrophe that used to be your South Beach apartment. I feel for the person that will experience it after we did, and I feel more heavily for the poor individual who's job it is to clean it.
what I remember:
4 bags of hardened marshmallows on the floor.
remnants of one or more Wing Zone meals.
a drowned cockroach in a sink filled with water.
a man's suit including tie and shoes, which was worn to my wedding, alone in a closet.
a woman's bra hanging from a door with a sealed teenage mutant ninja turtle toy.
canned goods.
a skateboard, a bass amp, a giant buddha and at least 4 rulers for some sort of geometric use.
and so much more.

captain self destruct said...

I should have taken pictures of the catastrophe that used to be your South Beach apartment. I feel for the person that will experience it after we did, and I feel more heavily for the poor individual who's job it is to clean it.
what I remember:
4 bags of hardened marshmallows on the floor.
remnants of one or more Wing Zone meals.
a drowned cockroach in a sink filled with water.
a man's suit including tie and shoes, which was worn to my wedding, alone in a closet.
a woman's bra hanging from a door with a sealed teenage mutant ninja turtle toy.
canned goods.
a skateboard, a bass amp, a giant buddha and at least 4 rulers for some sort of geometric use.
and so much more.